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BELLEFONTE, PA Office on Allegheny street, two doors east of the ottos occupied by the late Ann of Hasi fcan m|||| | [M||| . _ . 1 -. .—■ ... - *- ..... . - . . 1 . —i- , . mi. ... , .... . . ■ UL - —1 '. .. m.. . . ■ iie ililllriii gmrixL TUB BTOKM. At men'a cheeks failed on shore invaded, When shorewaril wadeil 'I he lords of fltiht; When churl and raven Saw hard on haven The wlde-wlnged raven At mainmast height; When monks affrighted To windward sighted The birds full-flighted Of swift sea-kings; So earth turns paler When Storm the sailor Steers in with a roar in the race of his wings. O, strong sea-sailor. Whose cheek turns paler For wind or hall or For fear of thee ? O, far sea-farer, O, thunder-bearer, Thv songs are rarer 1 hau soft songs he. O, fleet-foot stranger, O, north-sea ranger, Through days of danger And ways of fear, Blow thy horn here foi us, Blow the sky clear for us. Send us the song of the sea to hear. MY Tit K LAKE. What!" said Mrs. Haven, almost in a shriek. "It's tine," said her husband. "They're ooming to visit us—every one of '§m ! My sister Caroline, beoause the Scarborough hotels are too intoler ably hot for endurance; cousin Her bert Haller, because he is an aesthete, and wants to study nature from a level hitherto untrodden; Mrs. Johnson, be cause the children don't get well after the whooping-cough; aunt Sadie, on account of a difficulty with her land lady on the subject of poodle dogs ; and uncle Jenks, because he never has visited us, and wants to know what my wife is like." "Dear me," faintly gasped Mary Haven, looking arouud her pretty sit ting-room, draped in pink chintz, fra grant with frrsh flowers, and decorated with gilt bird-cages, water-color sketches and Kensington embroidery ; "what am I to-do?" "Do?" repeated her husband, who was intent on clipping of the end of his cigar, so that it should "draw" satisfactorily. "There is but one thing to do—let 'em ooine." _ "All at once ?" "Yes, all at once." "And I with only ore girl, and the tbermotaieter at ninety in the shade, and the painters in possession of the second story," hysterically cried the lady. "Couldn't be a better combination of circumstances, my dear," said Mr. Haven. "I don't believe these people care a straw about seeing me," said Mrs. Haven, ready to burst into tears. "Neither do 1," s lid her husband. "It's only on account of the! con venience, the hot weather, and the high prices at the hotels." added Mrs, Haven. "Hugh I've a great mind to commit suicide." "Don't do that, my dear," said Mr. Haven. "I can suggest a better plan. I was just thinking, do you know—■—" "Of telegraphing to the city for a new force of servants, a box of pro visions from Fortnum & Mason's, half-a dozen cts, with hair mattresses and bedding to match?" eagerly inter rupted the lady. "Nothing of the sort," said Mr. Haven serenely eyeing the distant land scape through the amethyst rays of cigar-smoke, ' Of—moving." "Moving, Hugh ?" "To the little cottage by the lake," Mi. Haven explained. "Only fur a few days, merely on ac count of the repairs at the house "Faint upsets my digestion, and the sound of a carpenter's hammer sets my teeth on edge. ".Besides, Hodge, the contractor, can work a good deal faster if we're ! all out of the way." "But, Hugh, the oottage is nothing on earth but a camping-out place, with board floors, and not a particle of plaster or paint about it," remon strated Mary. "What of that, my love ?" sa d the imperturbable husband. "Our friends don't come, as I take it, to admire frt sco and gilding, but to enjoy our society." "They'll think we live there always," said Mrs. Haven, with corrugated brow. "That is precisely what I wish them to think, my dear." "Oh I" said Mrs. Haven. "You follow my meaning >" "I—think—l—begin—to," said she, with an amused light beginning to sparkle in her eyes. "Yes, dear, perhaps it would be a good plan to move—just while the re pairs are in progress." And she hurried up stairs to pack a few necessaries at once. The cottage by Windermere was not an imposing editice. There was plenty of roem in it, such as it was, but the floors were of rude pine boards the windows were undraped, and the furniture was such as was adapted merely to the wants of camp ing parties who were prepared to "rough it" after the most primitive fashion, and when Mrs. Caroline Montagu Prout drove up to the door, in a break heavily laden with trunks, she stared MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 31,1882. through her gold eye-glasses iu ft most ridiculous manner at the rude porch, the skutterloss windows, and the uu - pain toil wood settees ou the grass. "This isn't 'The Solitudes!'" she said. "Drive 01?, man! You have made a mistake." "This 'ere's where Lawyer Haven's folks live," said the mau, leisurely ehewiug a straw. "Guess it's enough of a 'solitude' to suit anybody." "I thought it was a picturesque cot tage," said Mrs. Montagu Prout, iu ac cents of the keenest disappointment.. But at this minute Mrs. Haven her self hurried to the door. "I think you must be my husband's sister Caroline," said she graciously, "Do come in." "But where are the trunks to go?" arid the fashionable widow, who had dazzled the eyes of the Scarborough world with her numerous changes of toilet during the past fortnight. "You can put them in the shed at the back of the barn," said .Mrs Haven graciously. "I don't ihink they will quite go up the stairway." Mr. Haller arrived later in the day— a long-haired, sallow-oomplexioned young mau, in a violet velveteen suit, followed by a countryman carrying his portable easel, color-cases, traveling library, and writing-desk. He knocked loudly at the door of the cottage with the ivory knob of his cane. "Can you tell me where Mr. Haven lives ?" said he. "This is the place," said the hostess. "This ?" echoed Mr. Haller. "You are cousin Herbert, I suppose?" said Mrs. Haven politely. "Walk In. My husband will come by the evening train. Allow me to show you to your room. It is rather small; but we are expecting a good deal of company, and I dare say you won't mind a little in convenience. " And she lelt him in a seven-by-nine apartment under the eaves, where he could not stand upright, except just in middle of the room, and where the three-pane window was close to the floor. "Humph 1" soliloquised the ©sthete, looking ruefully around him, "this isn't at all what I expected." Mary Haven had scarcely got down stairs and resumed the manufacture of raspberry pies, when shouts and cries in various keyß announced the coming ot Mrs. Johnson and her four children from the nearest station. "Is this'cousin Hugh's house, ma ?" said Adelaide, the eldest, discontentedly. "It ain't nothn' bnt a shanty," loudly proclaimed Alexander Gustavus, the second hope of the family. "There ain't no paint on it," said Helen Louise. "Lemme get oat! lemme get out!" cried Julietta, "and play in that lovely black mud where the frog is sitting." Mrs. Johnson sailed in with a scar let face and a perturoed look. "I'm afraid, cousin Mary," said she, "that we shall inconvenience you. There don't seem to be much accom modation here." "Oh, there's plenty of room up in the garret, such as it is," said Mrs. Haven smiling. "Of course, one expects to lead a gipsy life in a place like this ; and the lake will be so nice for the little dears to play in, if only they are a little careful, for it's so lucky you are here, cousin Johnson, to help me with the pies and bread, for I'm not a very experienced housekeeper, and " "I thought you Kept two or three servants," said Mrs Johnson frigid ly. "I have only one young girl just at piesent,' said Mrs. Haven; "and, of course, when there's so much company, there's a great deal to do. "Oh ! there comes an old lady with a sweet little dog." She glanced out of the open door way. "Goodness me! if it ain't that intoler able old aunt Sadie, with her inevitable dog," groaned Mrs. Johnson, as a fat elderly lady toiled up the path, in a scarlet shawl and a black-lace hat. "Bless me 1" said aunt Sadie, puiple with the heat and dripping with perspi ration, "you don't never mean to say, niece Haven, that this 'ere's the place I've heard tell of on lake—what d'ye call it?" "It is where we live at present," said Mrs. Haven quietly. "I'm downright sorry I left the hotel at the railroad," said aunt Sadie sadly. "I ain't used to there unplastered houses, and I'm most sure Trip will catch a bad cold." Uncle Jenks was the last one to come —a shrewd, browro-faced old man, in a grey suit, aud with keen eyes like an eagle. He looked around him and seemed to take in the situation at once. "No servants, eh ?" said he. "Well, it's lucky I came. "I'm pretty handy to fetch water, and split wood, and help about generally; and you're pretty slim, my dear, to do all the work of this house with only a young gal to help you. ••So Hugh hasn't done real well in business ? "I've a little money uninvested my- self, and I don't know as I could do better with it than to loud it to my sister's son." Thus he spoke, cheery and kind, while Mrs. Montagu Pront fanned her self, cousin Herbert Haller did battle with the flies and w asps, Mrs. Johrson followed her- four children about in ceaseless terror lest they should be drowned, and aunt Sadie felt her dog's pulse and groaned over the heat. One night at the cottage settled the question of "to stay or not to stay," in the mind of Mrs. Haven's guests. "I never slept iu such a hot place in my life," said Mrs. Johnson. "The bed w<s not lung enough far me to stretch myself out in, and the eaves touched my forehead," saidoousin Herbert. "The owls hooted all night in the woods," Ijaid aunt Sadie "and kept dear little Trip barking until he was hoarse." "I wouldn't stay here if you would pay mo a hundred pounds a week," said Mrs. Montagu Prout, thinking of her pink silk party-dresses, and twelve buttoned kid gloves. •"Well," said uncle Jenks drily, "it ain't just the location I should have selected for a summer residence, but 1 ain't goiug off to leave Hugh and his wife while I can manage to be useful to them." So the company departed, with various adieus and insincere protesta tions of regard, and only uncle Jenas was left; and then Mr. Haven took his cigar out from between his lips. "Uncle Jenks," said he, "suppose we go up and see how the carpenters and painters are getting along with the conservatory up at the house." "At whathouse?" said mole Jenks. "Mine, ' said Mr. Haven. "Don't yJU live here ?" asked uncle Jenks. "Not all the time," said Mr. Haven smiling. "We only came here to accommodate such of our relations as jnerely desired to make a convenience of us." "Oh !" said uncle Jenks, a slow smile beginning to break over his shrewd face. And Mary Haven confessed that her husband's advice had proved excellent. Uncle Jenks, the one of the troop who really cared two straws for them, was with them still—the reet had all been frightened away by the rusticities of the Windermere cottage. "And I wish them bon voyage" said Mr. Haven calmly. "So do I," agreed Mary. A Joke on the Old Man. The old man, was one of those opin ionated men who especially pleased to express their views in public places; the conversation had turned upon a recent bold robbery, and he had just fixed the attention of all the passengers in the car upon a demure looking young man who sat next to him, by addressing him •otto voice: "Now, I'm a detective and you stole that money." As a matter of fact, the young man had not stolen anything, nor was the older man accustrg him; he was simply about to explain to the unsophisticated youth, how detectives operate in running down a criminal. He was playing detect ive and had cast the young man as the thief, just for instance, you know, and warming to his subject, feeling that he had his illustration splendidly in hand, the old man settled right down to busi ness. " You stole that money," he repeated, "and I'll show you how easily you trip ped yourself up." Everybody in the car intensely in terested. "Last evening," continued the old man, "a person answering your descrip tion was observed by several parties to pass and repass the scence of the rob bery." Here the lady who sat next the young man left her seat and stood up in the far end of the car. "Footprints made by boots exactly of your size where discovered in the yard and on the roof of the veranda, whereby your entrance was effected, and a piece of the very goods from which your clothes are made had been torn out and was found adhering to a sharp point of the iron worK." About this time the young man be came conscious that he had for some reason been singled out by the pass engers as an object of great interest, and it suddenly occurred to him that they might think the old man's remarks were personal to himself. He endeavored to get in a word or two, but the old man would brook no interrupti n. "Hut that's not all," he went on; "a servant girl discovered your presence, the alarm was given, a shot fired at your retreating figure which penetrated your hat" Here the passengers not ced a pair of clean cut holes in the young man's hat. The evidence was complete. Mur murs of "What a pity!'' "So young, too!" "The little scoundrel!" greeted the young man's ears. Crimson and speechless, in his mortification he fled the car, followed by all of the passengers but the old man. "Going to let Lim go away?" asked the conductor. "Yes," responded the old man,keep ing up the joke; "I pity the poor boy." "Well, you'll have to pay his fare, then. I didn't gtt it." And that's where the joke turned on the old man, No Longer on Innuendo. Texas preachers are said to be very eccentric, and their mild unnaturalness has given rise to a great many remarks and a few stories. The following narra tive was told us confidentially by a slan derer: A minister arose before a large audi ence, took his text, and began preach ing. A brisk firing of pistols began on the outside of the church. "Brother Deacon," said the minister, "I believe those fellows are casting insinuations at me. In fact, lam very neurley convinoed," he continued, as a piece of plastering fell from the wal[ close at his head. "1 Think, parson, that it refers to some one else," replied the deacon. The minister raised a tumbler of water, and was in the act of applying it to his lips when the glass fell shattered by a shot. "This is an innuendo no longer,"said the minister, wiping the water from his vest; "this is what I term an unmistaka ble thrust. The congregation will please sing while I go ont and investigate the matter. Is there another preacher in the house?" "Yes," said a man throwing down a stick which ho had been whittling, aris ing and pulling at the waist of his pants like a man who has just straightened np after setting out a row of tobaoco across a broad field. •'Got 011 an extra?" "Yes." "Unliml>er." The whittling preacher handed over a large Remington pistol, which the iosulted preacher took and drawing one from his belt, started out After going out there was an immediate improv ment in the firing business. It was de cidedly more life-like, insomuch that the deacons sat working their fingers. After a while the minister returned, and placing an ear and the nostril and a half of a nose on the pulpit remarked: "He that hath ears to hear, let him behave himself." The sermon then proceeded without interruption. A Practical Sermon. Leadville, Colorado, baa experienced religion, and Faro Bill, one of its most distinguished citizens, preached the oth er day, in the absence of—as he express ed it—"the boss mouthpiece of the heavenly mill," to a large and select audience in the variety a theare of the place inside on Sunday as a Church. This is the way the substitute began: "Feller citizens, the preacher bein' absent, it falls to me to take his hand and play it fur all it is worth. You all know that I'm just learniu' the game, an', of course, I may be expected to make wild breaks, but I don't believe thar's a rooster in the campmean enough to take advantage o' my ignorance, and oold-deck me right on the first deal. I'm sinoere in this new depaiture, an' I be lieve I've struck a game that I can play clear through w ttiout copperin' a bet for when a man tackles such a lay-out as this, he plays every card to win, and if ho goes through the deal as he orter do, when he lays down to die, au' the last case is ready to slide from the box he can oall the turn every time. "I was readin' in the Bible to-day that yarn about the Prodigal Sox, and I want to tell yer the story. The book don't give no dates, but it happened long, long ago. This Prodigal Son had an old man that put up the coin every time the kid struck him for a stake, an' never kicked at the size of the pile, either. I recon the old man was pretty well fixed, an' when he died he intend ed to give all his wealth to this kid au his brother. Prod give the old man a little game o' talk one day, and injuoed him to whack up in advance o' the death racket. He'd no sooner got liis divvy in his fist than he shook the old man an' struck out to take in some o' the other camps. He had a way-up time for a while, an' slung his cash to the front like he owned the best payin' lead on earth; but hard luek hit him a lick at last, an' left him flat. The book don't state what he went broke on, but I recon be got steered up agin some brace game. But anyhow he got left without a chip, or a four-bit piece to go an' eat on. And old granger then tuk him home, an' set him to herdin' hogs an' here he got so hard up an' hungry that he piped off the swine while they were feedin' an' he stood in with 'em on a shuck lunch. He soon weakened on such plain provender, an says to him self, says he: 'Even the old man's hired hands are livin' on square grub, while I'm worrj in' along here on corn husks straight. I'll just take a grand tumble to myself, an' chop on this rack et at once. I'll skip back to the gov ernor and try to fix things up, and call fur a new deal,' So off he started. ' Tne old man seed the kid a oomin' and what do you reckon he did? Did he pull his gun and lay for him, in tending to wipe htm as soon as he got into the range? Did he call the dogs to chase him off the ranch? Did he hustle around for a club and give him a statd off at the front gate? Eh ? Not to any alarming extent he didn't; no, sir. The scripture book says he waltz ed out to meet him, and froze to him on the spot and kissea him, and then marched him off to a clothing store and fitted him ont in the nobbiest rig to be had for coin. Then the old gent in vited all the neighbors, and killed a fat caif, and gave'the biggest blow-out the camp ever seen." At the oonclnsien of the narrative the speaker paused, evidently framing in his mind a proper application of the story. Before he ooold resume a tall, blear-eyed gambler, with a fierce mous tache, arose and said: "Tain't me as would try ter break np a meeting or do anything disreligions. No, sir; I am not that sort of a citizen. But in all public hoo-doos it is a parlia mentary rule for anybody as wants to ax qqpstions to rise up an' fire them off. I do not want ter fool away time ques tioning the workings of religion; oh, no. As long as it is kept in proper bounds, and does not interfere with the boys in their games, Ido not see as it can do harm. 1 just want ter ax the honorable speaker if he bas not given himself dead away ? Does it stand ter reason that a bloke would feed upon corn husks when there was hash factories in the camp? Would anybody hev refused him the price of a square meal if he had struck them for it? Would any of the dealers that beat him out of his coin see him starve? As I remarked afore, 1 do not want to make any disrespectable breaks but I must say that I got it put up that the speaker has been trying ter feed us on cussed thin taffy, and no one but a silly would take it up." Bill glare 1 upon the speaker aad fairly hissed: "Do yon mean to say that I am a liar?" "Well, you can take it just as you choose. Some folks would swallow it in that shape." Bill pulled his revolver, and, in an instant, the bright barrels of numer ous weapons flashed in the air as the friends of each party prepared for ac tive duty. The brevet preacher was the first to fire and the rasn doubter of spiritual truths fell on the ground. Shot followed shot in quick succession and when quiet was again restored a score or more of dead and wounded men was carried from the tent. Having secured attention. Bill said: Further proceedings is adjourned for the day. You will receive the doxolo _ ■ , 99 gy. The audience arose. "May grace, mercy, and peace be with you, now and forever, amen. And 1 want it distinctly understood that I am going to maintain a proper respect for the gospel if I have to croak every son of-a-gun of a sinner in the mines. Meet in' is out." The crowd filed from the tent as cool ly as if nothing extraordinary had oc curred, and a man remarked: "Bill has got the sand to make a bang-up preacher, and I would not wonder if he made a big mark in the world yet" Progress of Kduoatlou In Japan. The seventh annual report of the Japanese Minister of Education states that there are 28.025 common schools in Japan, of which 16,710 are public, and the remainder private; there being an increase of 1,316 and 125 respectively, s compared with the previous year. The number of high schools is 107 pub lic and 677 private there being an in crease of 42 and 63 respectively. Be sides the above, many Kindergarten and primary schools were established. These private schools, even now, play a most important part in Japanese national life and education. Many of them have hundreds of students attracted by the fame of a single teacher. Youths flock from all parts of the country to sit at the feet of a renowned scholar, as men did iu Europe to hear Abelard. The most celebrated of these leaders of youth—for this they are, rather than simple schoolmasters in our sense of the the word—is Mr. Fukunawa, of Tokio, whose translations from Earopean books and original works on the political and social questions of the day are read far and wide in Japan. The students of this gentleman fill many of the most important offices in the state; some of them recently formed themselves into a patriotio society, and established a newspaper, in which the acts of the government are subject to much cuuitic criticism. Long after the ordinary educational work of their teacher is done,and the young men have gone out into the world to do for them selves, they continue to reside near him, to study under his direction,and to form classes in which important public ques tions can be freely discussed under his guidance. One of his classes translated the whole of Adam Smith's "Wealth of Nations"' into Japanese, with annota tions, and many other lmpo-tant Euro pean works, especially those on philoso phy and politics. BISULPHIDE of carbon is recommended for the extermination of the squashvine borer; it is applied by making a small hole with a pointed stick, at the root of the plant, pouring in a half a teaspoon iul of the liquid, and quickly olosrng the hole with the foot. The liquid is extremely volatile, and its vapor is very poisonous and terribly explosive, so that the greatest of oare must be exercised in handling it, and no fire, not even so much as a lighted pipe or cigar, must be tolerated in its vicinity. Qr!Ml at SM. *lll the long gammer nights at sea," said a friend who knew Garibaldi, *'we sat upon the deck,and he recited Italian poems. He was a poet himself—a poet in action. When he stood m his red shirt upon the baloony at Naples and gave the kingdom to the king, he was the same simple man as on those sum mer nights at sea." Bat whoever re members the days of Gregory XVI., the last pope bat one.may well rub his eyes as he reads that a triumphal procession, headed by the municipal authorities, marched through the chief street ot Rome, amid universal acclamation, car rying a bust of Garibaldi, which it de posited in the Capitol. There were the usual details of pageantry—the black veiled ladies, the ohariot typical of tri umphal entries, the figure ef Liberty crowning the bust, and there were the red-shirted veterans, the historic flags, the great banners c f Italian cities, the schools, the clubs, the artists and the oommittees. But more than the specta cle was its significance. It was new Italy, regenerated Italy, the Italy to which Gregory XVI, is as remote and alien a figure as Alexander VIL, the Borgia, Perhaps some of the strangers who watcned the prooession smiled at the black veils and the emblematical Liberty and the allegorical figures, thinking them trival and melodramatic, and giving an artificial and iosincere as pect to the spectacle. But the pine must allow for the palm. The cooler northern temperament must not be severe upon southern ardor lavishing itself in ex pression. Long ago the Easy Chair was wandering in Italy, when the Aus trians were occupying Lombardy, and had jnst taken possession of Milan. On all the roads, at the cafes, on garden balconies, there were Italians with symbolic hats and symbolic ribbons, and loud gesticulation and gusts of patriotic song; and despite ils sympathy with the Italian cause, and its consequent detestation of the maladetti Tedeschi, the Easy Chair could not but hear the line of Browning's contemptuous Luitol fo mockingly and constantly repeating itself: "1 have known tkree-and-twenty leaders of revolts." And so supreme was his disdain of Italian patriotism and persistence that the sneering Luitolfo was sure that the twenty-fourth would be as imbecile or treacherous as his predecessors. So it was incredible to a child of Sam Adams and the New York Sons of Liberty that men who really meant to rescue their country from the grasp of a tyrant would tie ribbons in their hats, and waste patrotism in frivo lity, and apparently suppose that a revo lution could be helped by millinery. It was but a generation age, and yet it was that generation which has redeemed Italy and driven the Austrian away. The temperament is not our temperament. But it is our temperament sometimes to confound the florid expression with the sentiment, and then we deceive our selves. "Why cannot Alfred say a thing without jingling it?'* asked Carlyle of Tennyson. Carlyle mistook the rhyme for the poem. The impatient pine often thinks that rhe palm spends itself utter ly upon expression, forgetting that it is the same deep affection for the dead child which often hardens the father into stone, and dissolves the mother into a flood of woe. Garibaldi was a perfect type of that Southern temperament. His career illustrates the persistent and cre ative power of sentiment, He typified the new Italy to itself. He was the symbol of the sentiment which Cavour moulded into a nation, and he will be always canonized more universally than any Italian patriot, becanse no other represented so purely and simply to the national imagination the Italian ideal of patriotio devotion. "He was himself a poet," said his fellow voyager. He had that enthusiasm of high sentiment which makes no calculation for defeat, because it does not believe in it. Despite Napo leon, even battles are not sums in arith metic. It is strange that Napoleon,half of whose success was due to a sentiment —the glory of France—which welded his army into a thunderbolt and still burns to onr later hearts inthe fervid of song Beranger,should have supposed that it is numbers and not oonviotion and en thusiasm which win the final victory. Italia fara da se. Garibaldi was that faith inoarnate, and its prophecy is ful filled. Italy, more prond than stricken bears his bust to the Capitol and there its elegant marble will say, while Rome endures, that one man with God, with country, with duty and conscience, is at last the majority. ANOTHER girl: "Do you know, my young friend, that it pains me to you nling to your oigarretts ?" said a ] hilan thropiat to a palUd young mm this morning. "You will have Angina Pec toris, as sure as you're bom." "Already engaged to Arabella Higgins, so you see Angina has no attractions for me." The philanthropist moved on. CoBNUtiD: "Now, my dear, what do you mean by coming home in this condi tion?" said a New Haven woman to her spouce. "I'm not in this condition, I'm not." ' 'What have you been drinking ?" Nothing but pump juice, my dear; noth ing but pump juice." "Pump juice; is it? I suppose you think I never heard tell of a beer pump?" Being thus cornered, be acknowledged that he was corned. J "Wa* of it?" said the old gentleman, sustaining himself with great dignity and a lamp post: "Sho'm I. ' NO 35.